What is done is done. We wave hello to the sun.
We never forgot about the moon. We need both
the fork and the spoon. The day may be gone,
and time may be flying, but I am still trying.
In the sky, I see birds bobbing and weaving.
I can’t take my eye off what is now leaving.
I loved, cried, and smiled in the past tense.
I live in the present where it just makes sense.
The memories stay as the past fades away.
The future is bright: I’ll be there one day.
You may feel like you’re under
the bus. Maybe, someone threw
you there. To be clear, you can
get from under that bus. Trust
that you can get out and about.
The feeling will go away. Don’t
stay feeling that way. Believe
that you are the bus driver:
the one who is in full control.
Besides, no one knows you or
your soul better than you do.
Slam on the gas pedal. Embrace
that sound of screeching metal.
Sure, make pit stops here and there.
Just don’t stop for all that long.
Fly down the highway blasting
your favorite song. Feel like you
are under the bus? Grab the wheel
and knock off the dust. Drive. Drive
and drive. It’s time to feel alive.
Don’t fight the feeling. Embrace emotions.
Face the pain. Feel the rain. Become
a warrior of life. Tap into your mental.
Life isn’t a rental. You own it. Show
your true colors. Be yourself. Don’t
pretend to be someone else. Help
yourself to this beautiful life. Buy
yourself flowers. Take April showers.
Rid yourself of the masks you wear.
Don’t care what others think. Sink
or swim. The rise and fall. Feel it
all. Don’t run away or escape. You
can be a hero without a cape. Face
your fears and embrace the tears.
Enjoy the struggle. Stand on the rubble.
Where were you in 95’?
Were you even alive?
I was born on May 28:
To me, it’s a special date.
I didn’t know much
as I was out of touch.
95’ was a good year
because I didn’t feel fear.
Now 24, I open up doors
to places without floors.
The falls are bottomless;
they don’t hurt, I promise.
I’ve learned how to live
a life that I gladly give.
95’ is my year of birth:
my first day on earth.
I have been blessed
to be put to life’s test.
I don’t remember 95’,
but I can rewind time.
I remember being 5
and how the sun shined.
I remember being 10
and the places I’ve been.
I remember being 15
with a spirit so clean.
I remember being 20,
working to earn money.
Now 24, I just want more.
I want what I didn’t have.
Now 24, I can now laugh
at what held me back.
I am blessed to be here,
to see a year reappear.
95’, a year I think about
brings me zero doubt.
Now 24, I feel alive –
Thanks to the year: 95’.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 